So I have this HC that if Billy survived, he would definitely come back different and a little broken in new ways. And one of those ways is that without the kind layers control he craves someone to control him at times, put him down. And that ends up being Steve
Yesss 😍
I’m loving the idea of Billy coming back and feeling untethered and out of control because there’s no one telling him what to do anymore. The mind flayer’s been defeated, maybe Neil is also gone, and Billy’s just kind of lost.
In his drifting, he somehow gets roped into hanging out with The Party+ and nearly perished on the spot when Steve starts bossing him around in that bitchy little tone he gets when he’s annoyed. Hands on the hips and all. It doesn’t take long before Billy is following him around like a lost puppy (except he’s doing it the Billy way and annoying the shit out of Steve rather than being pitiful) and lighting the fuck up every time Steve tells him to do something.
He might argue every time but he also does whatever Steve says every single time. Steve is very confused and very turned on by this change of order and it has Steve growing more and more confident in himself until he’s King Steve (but less douchey) again and unapologetically going after what he wants (which is Billy).
This all absolutely translates into the bedroom because this is Steve and Billy we’re talking about here.
HC that Steve Harrington, a soft rich boy, gets insanely turned on whenever Billy does things that show his blue collar and working class background and skills.
I’m not saying Steve would immediately get on his knees in the driveway when he comes home and sees Billy working on the Camaro, shirtless, sweaty, covered in grease, and okay I’m absolutely saying he would 😉
Harringgrove fucking while during a minimum wage job: yes
Harringgrove who are not together and don't even like each other that much fucking during a minimum wage job because they hate their boss and there's nothing else to do: absolutely fuck yes
EXACTLY 👏👏👏 I just know this can fit into this meme template somehow but I’m too tired to brain today lol
When Billy was first living with Joyce, and they had stopped trying to kill each other but weren't together yet, Steve came to drop Dustin off for a dnd session. He walked into the kitchen to find Billy under the sink fixing something with the plumbing.
Then the next time it was yard maintenance
Then it was in the parking lot, under the hood of Jonathon's car, with a greasy rag thrown over his shoulder
He says something about it, how they're putting him to work. Asked how he even knows how to do this stuff. Max shrugs and says that Joyce won't let them pay rent so this is what Billy does instead. And that they didn't have money for stuff so Billy just sort of figured stuff out?
Huh.
Okay.
Steve would start breaking shit on purpose just to bat those pretty doe eyes and ask Billy to fix it. Then watch as he sips his lemonade through a straw lustfully. It is a double whammy because he gets to watch Billy do manual labor which gets Steve going but also makes Billy’s hands even more callused which sends Steve’s soul out of his body every time they catch on sensitive bits of skin 😉
I'm always a fan of "shit I woke up with 'girls parts' I can't get myself off so I need you to tongue me half to death" with a little sprinkle of "I came but you won't stop and WHAT IS THAT FEELING ITS HAPPENING AGAIN????" and then maybe some "I'm crying from how good it feels and telling you I'm done but you're telling me YOU'RE still going and pinning my hips down and how did your tongue get that far inside of me" and I'm not sure if that's Billy/Steve or Gale/bucky? Or maybe bucky/biddick, or Rosie/brady
You have come to the right place 😈 May I present one of my favorite works I’ve ever written Never Was There Ever a Girl So Pretty (aka Clegan magic pussy au).
I honestly would love to see this for any of the pairings listed! Buuut my mind is stuck on enemies to lovers Harringrove right now. So, imagine with me if you will…
Steve waking up late for school and rushing around trying to get ready except when he tries to go pee it comes out of the wrong whole. He looks down and realizes it’s because his dick has suddenly disappeared and rather than freak out about it, he decides to shove his spiraling deep down into a dark box inside his brain that can’t be reached because that’s not a right now problem when he’s going to fail pre-Cal if he misses the test in first period.
It works for all of one class period. As soon as the math test is over and done with, he’s back to spiraling. Steve’s acting squirrelly and weird, not rising to any of the bait Billy’s tossing his way and it’s got Billy grumpy but Steve doesn’t notice because he’s somehow ended up with a vagina.
He knows he should tell someone, maybe Robin, maybe Dustin, to try and figure out how to fix it but even with all the upside down weirdness, this still feels too weird. So, he just keeps internally freaking out while his friends keep giving him increasingly concerned looks and Billy keeps getting douchier and douchier trying to goad Steve into an argument or fight or something.
Basketball practice happens and afterwards Steve is standing around in his towel waiting for everyone to leave so he can shower except Billy just won’t leave. Obviously bickering ensues and it ends with Billy ripping Steve’s towel off to be a dick and getting an eyeful of exactly what Steve’s been working with that day.
Steve is mortified and tries to cover himself up and fight Billy off at the same time and Billy instinctively starts wrestling right back until he’s muscled Steve down onto a bench and is cradled between Steve’s thighs. They’re pressed up against each other and Billy’s erection is insistent against Steve while it’s mortifyingly apparent Steve is soaked.
Of course this ends up in kissing that’s almost more like fighting with way too much biting and hair pulling until Billy is muscling his shoulders between Steve’s thighs and getting his mouth on him. Steve’s so sensitive he’s nearly crying from the jump.
He’s absolutely writhing against the bench as Billy sucks on his clit. He’s choking on air when Billy fucks his tongue inside of him. Coming feelings like being electrocuted, Steve’s shaking like he’s convulsing on the bench.
When he’s done, he fully expects Billy to stop. Except he doesn’t.
That sensitivity Steve was already feeling? Magnified times a thousand. It doesn’t taking long before Steve’s thighs are clamping down against Billy’s ears as Steve practically screams up at the ceiling.
His muscles are weak and trembling as he gasps up at the ceiling. Steve didn’t know orgasms could feel this good. He looks down, expecting to see Billy smirking up at him before saying something shitty except Billy flutters his tongue against Steve’s clit before sucking on it hard and fast and Steve is gone.
He’s begging Billy to stop, trying to squirm away from that vicious mouth while pressing Billy’s face even harder against him and rolling his hips to meet Billy’s mouth.
Steve’s pleading, “Billy, please stop! I can’t take it anymore, I’m done!”
Until Billy finally does pull off, mouth and chin absolutely glistening, to say, “You may be done pretty boy, but I’m not.” before pinning Steve’s hips to the bench and diving back in for more.
Steve loses count of his orgasms after that. Vaguely remembers Billy jerking off onto him and rubbing it in. He’s practically catatonic as Billy (shockingly) gently helps him get dressed and guides him to the Camaro to give him a ride home.
When Steve wakes up with a dick the next day, figuring it was all just a weird dream, he feels vaguely disappointed. He gets ready in a sad fog, mind replaying the entire scene in the locker room. He’s pulled out of his stupor by a knock on the door.
Steve’s shocked silent when he opens the door to see Billy leaning up against the jamb with a devilish smirk. When he voices his surprise, Billy dismisses it.
“You think I’m done eating your pussy just because your dick came back?”
That’s when Steve learns the meaning of eating ass and just how heavenly it feels when it’s Billy Hargrove doing it.
Stranger things Billy And Jonathon conversation. Billy thinks Jonathon is Steve's ex, not Nancy. Some excellent miscommunication
This would be so funny! Imagine Billy just being the biggest dick to Jonathan because he thinks he’s Steve’s ex so Billy’s decided they have beef. Meanwhile Jonathan’s just trying to live his life and now he’s got some blonde curly headed fuck glaring at him, bumping his shoulder in the halls, and talking mad shit.
Jonathan finally reaches the end of his rope and confronts Billy and Billy starts bitching about how he doesn’t know what “he” ever saw in Jonathan and clearly Billy is better and other bull shit (basically reaming him for how Nancy treated Steve) and Jonathan’s so damn confused and asks who the hell Billy is talking about.
That just riles Billy up further because how could Jonathan treat someone like “him” like some random street trash not worth remembering. Jonathan’s seconds away from throwing hands because what the actual fuck. He warns Billy to tell him wtf he’s talking about asap before Jonathan really loses it and Billy all exasperated shouts, “Steve!”
And Jonathan in his shock, starts laughing and rats his own girlfriend out as Steve’s actual ex and Billy’s genuinely apologetic, slapping Jonathan on the shoulder and apologizing and saying they’re cool but that he “might have to kill your girlfriend.” and walks away and Jonathan doesn’t know whether he should be concerned or keep laughing.
ok we (i) need ceo man gale to be absolutely RAILED in his office by his rival ceo husband (ysl what have you done to me)
This has lit up my brain like I’ve been plugged into an outlet 💡
I’m imagining that no one but their close friends knows that they’re married 😈 Everyone’s out here thinking they’re mortal enemies and they honestly encourage it.
So, maybe there’s a day Gale steals a big client out from under John and he comes storming into Gale’s building with this look on his face that has Gale’s employees scrambling because he looks pissed and they’re calling to warn Gale that he’s about to be murdered and he’s just like, “let him in 😏” and they knew Gale was cocky and kind of crazy but they’re mentally rehearsing what they’re gonna say on the 911 call when they find his corpse.
Meanwhile, John couldn’t care less about the client (they’re actually competitive as hell and stealing clients from each other is essentially foreplay but that’s not the problem here) he’s losing his gourd because he left before Gale did that morning and didn’t get to see Gale’s OOTD so when Gale stole that client’s contract and sent John a dramatic bitchy text to gloat followed by a sassy little selfie to show off his new suit…
John is absolutely unwell and has to fuck his husband about it.
So they lock themselves in Gale’s office and there is concerning noises coming from the office that’s got the employees wigging out but Benny knows what’s actually going on and forces them to walk away and leave it. It may sound like they’re murdering each other but really their just shoving each other into stuff while shoving their tongues down each others throats, knocking shit of the walls as they try to undress each other without tripping and pushing stuff off of the desk, and eventually knocking stuff off of the desk with how hard they fuck on it. They don’t even bother trying to muffle their moans and it takes 10 years off of Benny’s life but he’s used to it and just puts headphones in.
When John comes out he doesn’t even bother to try to look ashamed, he peacocks right out of that office. He might’ve lost a client that day but that man is definitely not losing when his husband looks like that.
All of Gale’s employees are understandably confused about what just happened.
If you're up for it, I would actually love to prompt you a fic based off of the "Steve and Billy are element teachers" idea.
I'm thinking, what if you did a fic about them falling for each other but only set in the teachers lounge? Like one of those 5 +1 style fics?
Ask and ye shall receive (sometimes) 😄 Terribly unedited and sloppy but here you go 😘
Five
“Harrington!”
Steve fought the urge to faceplant against the table. Dropping his sandwich back into its bag, Steve tensed in preparation for whatever Hargrove decided to light him up about that day.
Robin didn’t bother to look sympathetic and Jason looked positively gleeful. He needed new friends.
“What?” Steve sighed, turning around in his seat to watch Billy stomp to the middle of the teacher’s lounge and blanched.
It should be a criminal offense to wear shorts that short. There were children in the building. Hargrove taught said children. In those shorts?
“Your class has been late to PE all three days this week,” Hargrove stated, arms crossed over his chest, brow furrowed in fury.
There was a long awkward pause as Steve waited for him to get to the point. Steve flushed when he realized that was the point. He fish mouthed when Munson cleared his throat, interrupting the oppressive silence.
“And?” Steve hedged, unsure of where this was going.
His class had been late to specials every day that week. Munson and Robin hadn’t complained though. Just Hargrove.
“And? Do I return your little gremlins to you late?” Steve opened his mouth to answer but Hargrove barreled on. “No! Because I have the common decency to respect people’s time.”
Steve cringed in his seat, words failing him as he pressed back against the edge of the table to get away from the absolute aggravation radiating off of Hargrove. He wasn’t doing it on purpose. He had made up a new game for the kids to help them memorize dates and they loved it so much it was easy to lose track of time.
“Don’t let it happen again,” Hargrove snapped before storming back out.
“Phew,” Robin exhaled before going back to her own lunch. “He really needs to unclench.”
Holloway’s snicker across the room did not help Steve’s guilt one bit.
Four
“Harrington!”
Steve clenched his jaw resolutely, turning in his chair and facing Hargrove head on this time. Steve had been caught off guard last time. Not today.
“Hargrove,” Steve replied coolly.
Hargrove paused his march into the teachers lounge, frowning. He narrowed his eyes before continuing his war path.
He was in those stupid little shorts again.
“I thought we established you were going to respect my time last week,” Hargrove told him, arching an eyebrow at Steve’s pinched expression.
“I didn’t agree to anything,” Steve shrugged, arching an eyebrow right back at Hargrove. “They were only late two out of three days this week anyways.”
Hargrove’s nostrils flared like an angry bull, “that’s two days too many.”
“Maybe make your subject more interesting and they won’t want to stay extra learning history facts,” Steve said, inflecting his tone with as much derision as possible.
He always told the kids to ignore bullies but Steve wasn’t one to back down from a fight.
Hargrove scoffed but a corner of his lips quirked in the hint of a smirk.
“Don’t let it happen again, Harrington,” Hargrove warned him, pointing a finger in his direction.
Steve rolled his eye and watched Hargrove turn on his heel before stomping off.
“He wants to fuck you so bad he’s about to catch a public indeceny charge in those shorts,” Jason remarked casually, smiling small and pleased to himself when Munson choked on his lunch across the room.
Steve might just catch a public indecency charge because of those shorts too.
Three
“Harrington.”
Hargrove didn’t so much as snap it that time as sighed it like a disappointed parent.
“I know, I know,” Steve groaned, already rolling his eyes. “They were late today, can we get the yelling over with in less than 5 minutes today? I’ve got a headache.”
Hargrove stopped short, mouth open as he frowned down at Steve. His hands were by his sides rather than crossed over his chest and it framed his awful little shorts way too well for Steve’s sanity.
“Well?” Steve prompted when Hargrove didn’t immediately tear into him.
“One day out of three’s an improvement, but I still expect better next week,” Hargrove told him, tone entirely too serious for an elementary school teacher’s lounge. And those stupid shorts.
“Whatever,” Steve scoffed, too tired and head pounding to truly engage with Hargrove’s bull shit that day.
The silence dragged on while everyone shifted awkwardly in their seats.
“Eat a cookie, your blood sugar’s probably low,” Hargrove told him, eyes roving over Steve’s face before he nodded to himself and stalked out of the room.
When Steve got back to his classroom after lunch, there was a homemade chocolate chip cookie on his desk. It was the best cookie he had ever eaten in his entire life.
He was grateful Claudia wasn’t there to see him be such a traitor as he nearly swooned biting into it.
Two
“Harrington?”
“What?” Steve drawled, slumping in his seat and fighting the itch of annoyance creeping up his spine. “The kids were on time every day this week, even to art and music.”
“Thank you for that,” Billy replied, shockingly earnest. “But your favorite little gremlin complained the whole time that you cut jeopardy short to do it.”
Steve sighed, raising his eyebrows expectantly at Billy, “you think I can control what comes out of Dustin’s mouth?”
Munson snickered from his newest seat next to Jason.
“No,” Billy admitted with a wry smirk. “That would take an act of congress, maybe not even then, but I do expect you to have a conversation with him about taking me seriously. Seems the lack of respect is a family trait.”
Steve and Dustin weren’t even actually related.
He rolled his eyes and gave Billy an assessing look, “you expect him to respect you in those shorts?”
Billy grinned, wide and sharklike, “I expect him standing at attention and saluting next week.”
With that, Billy departed with a resolute nod.
“Oh my god, save all of us the pain and just suck his dick already,” Holloway muttered across the room.
Robin cackled like the traitor she was.
Steve would be doing none of that.
He couldn’t fight the grin when he got back to his classroom and saw a homemade peanut butter cookie on his desk.
One
“Steve.”
Steve couldn’t stop the wild grin that tore across his face as he turned and watched Billy hesitantly enter the teacher’s lounge. His face was pinched with utter confusion.
“I almost sent your gremlin to the office today,” he told Steve, voice halting like he wasn’t sure of his reality just yet.
“For what?” Steve prodded, clicking his tongue on the “t” and doing nothing to hide how giddy he felt.
“Well,” Billy drawled, arching an eyebrow. “For calling me a fascist pig when I told him he had to play dodgeball or get an F for the day.”
Steve’s grin dampened a little bit at the words. He had definitely not told Dustin to call Billy that. That was so far beyond ‘butt head’ it surpassed comical into terrifying. He was seven.
“I am actually so sorry,” Steve whispered, grimacing as Billy’s face grew stormy. “I told him to call you a butt head not a - a -”
“Fascist pig?” Jason supplied way too gleefully.
“That,” Steve conceded, sending his most pleading look up at Billy.
Billy sucked on his teeth frowning at Steve for a moment before deflating with a sigh, “I believe you. Kid’s too smart for his own good.”
Steve exhaled deeply in relief at Billy not blaming him. In his relaxation he let his eyes drift down to the stupid little shorts Billy was sporting yet again. They were a nice dark green that day.
When his eyes drifted back up to Billy’s face, he was absolutely leering at Steve. Steve flushed and bit back a grin, peeking up at Billy through his lashes. He wondered what type of cookie would be on his desk that day when he got back to his classroom.
“Later, Steve,” Billy drawled, voice smooth and sticky like honey.
Steve’s flush spread down his neck.
“I don’t even like dick and I think I just got pregnant, those shorts are a crime,” Robin hissed.
Steve was pretty sure he just got pregnant too. The white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookie on his desk solidified exactly what he knew he needed to do.
Plus One
“Billy.”
Billy’s head whipped up, eyes wide as he took in Steve standing in his office doorway.
“Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington?” Billy asked, a lewd grin stretching across his face as he sat back in his chair spreading his legs.
His stupid little shorts pulled obscenely against his thighs.
“Yeah it’s me,” Steve vollied back, biting his lip, fingers tightening around a Tupperware container of Claudia’s famous homemade sugar cookies. “Don’t cream your pants.”
“I just might,” Billy quipped back easily, tongue coming out to lave at his bottom lip.
“There’s children in this building,” Steve warned him, zero bite to his voice.
“Not that I can see,” Billy replied, quirking an eyebrow.
Steve cleared his throat and set the container of cookies on Billy’s desk.
“We have dinner reservations at Enzo’s at 8:00,” Steve told him. “Wear something nice.”
Billy nodded, opening the container and pulling a cookie out. Steve’s knees nearly gave out as Billy took a bite in the most disturbingly sensual way as possible.
“I’ll bring the shorts for afterwards.”
If Steve choked on his next breath, it was okay. No one was around to see it and Billy definitely wasn’t judging.
Dustin cried when they told him they were engaged three months later.
